Monique's Been Blackmaled

Monique's Been Blackmaled is, as so many Paul Thomas movies are these days, a cautionary tale, although exactly what it cautions against is a matter for debate, if you should wish to debate it, pointless exercise though it might be. Drug use, prejudice, casual sex -- even the having of stupid friends -- take your pick. It won't matter. All of these things are inadvisable, but you don't need a porn movie to tell you so. It's good, though, that PT has chosen Monique Alexander and the delicious Claudia Downs to put his points across -- I would consider Scientology or Libertarianism if Caudia came up to me naked and asked me to give it some thought -- and there are a couple of other attractions in the movie, too. Monique plays a girl who hangs out with some fake thugs until she meets the real thing, finds herself attracted to the guys who really are what her boyfriend pretends to be, finds that those guys aren't what she thought they were either, and ends up learning a lesson about prejudice, casual sex, and having stupid friends.

My favorite part of Monique's Been Blackmaled -- well, my favorite part that isn't out-and-out fucking -- is the party at the house in the hood, when Claudia and Monique and Jada Fire and Sandy Jackman are all out in the back yard dancing, flirting and getting to know each other (before the real "getting to know each other", which is to say the fucking, commences). It's a nice tease sequence, brief but hot, cut MTV-style but going all the way -- all those bouncing honeys you wish would just take their fucking shirts off at the beach party are playing grabass and fondling each other in this backyard party. Jada Fire is who she always is, raw and earthy; Claudia's getting felt up in a back corner of the yard and Monique is making out and groping Sandy, a black girl with a fantastically skinny body -- 99 pounds on a 5'6" frame -- and an almost ludicrous pair of tits, a monstrous set of DDs that take me back to the days of Letha Weapons and her ilk -- the nineties porn stars who really made you aware of the true potential of fake boobs.

The point of the movie, of course, is not Monique's interracial interraction with Sandy -- it is not, after all, a film about blackfemaling. The main event is Monique's threesome with Mr. Marcus and Tyler Knight. It's not Monique's first interracial scene, or anything -- in fact, she has done very hot scenes with Mr. Marcus in Cry Wolf and Call Girl Confidential, but this seems to be her first interracial threesome, if it matters. Vivid is devaluing the Blackmaled genre a little -- Janine's first IR threesome was a considerably more momentous event -- but that doesn't mean the sex is any less hot. If you're obsessed with interracial, as some people are, this will be a satisfying movie for you. I am beginning to appreciate Monique Alexander in a different way from the rest of the Vivid girls, although I can't even begin to explain why. Her scene with Marcus and Knight is exactly what you want it to be. She really goes after the cock with gusto, giving great head and taking both guys in pretty much every position. A side note -- if black guys are still supposed to be threatening and dark, Marcus and Knight are the wrong choices for the Blackmaled movies -- they're too obviously both considerate and friendly to arouse much racial nervousness. They do have huge cocks, though.

Less momentous but just as fun are the rest of the scenes in the movie, two of three featuring Claudia Downs, who would be the Missy Monroe for the new millennium except that Missy Monroe was the Missy Monroe of the new millennium and I don't want to wait another millennium. Perhaps Missy Monroe was the Claudia Downs of the last generation, if we posit a generation as lasting three or four years. Blonde, with perfect full tits, dark eyes and a little puppy fat, Claudia is perfect for the role she's cast in, which is the girl who has a few too many and fucks the party and regrets it in the morning. Like Missy, she carries an air of slutty innocence with her -- her face and body both thoroughly suited to both the virgin and whore roles. Jada Fire and Jackman are also toothsome as hood rats with huge tits and no shame at all about getting down in front of whoever happens to be in the room.

Monique's Been Blackmaled is, as so many Paul Thomas movies are these days, a cautionary tale, although exactly what it cautions against is a matter for debate, if you should wish to debate it, pointless exercise though it might be. Drug use, prejudice, casual sex -- even the having of stupid friends -- take your pick. It won't matter. All of these things are inadvisable, but you don't need a porn movie to tell you so. It's good, though, that PT has chosen Monique Alexander and the delicious Claudia Downs to put his points across -- I would consider Scientology or Libertarianism if Caudia came up to me naked and asked me to give it some thought -- and there are a couple of other attractions in the movie, too. Monique plays a girl who hangs out with some fake thugs until she meets the real thing, finds herself attracted to the guys who really are what her boyfriend pretends to be, finds that those guys aren't what she thought they were either, and ends up learning a lesson about prejudice, casual sex, and having stupid friends.... Read the Full Review!